At Wuzhuang Temple, You Can Call Me a Daoist Attendant. Try Calling Me That Outside!

Fang Yu knelt before the gates of Wuzhuang Temple, his forehead pressed against the cold stone steps, his hands covered in wounds from his long journey. He raised his head, gazing at the tightly closed vermilion gate, the Golden Flames in his eyes still burning. To the left, the plaque read, "Immortal's Mansion of Eternal Life." To the right, "Daoist of Eternal Life with Heaven." The horizontal inscription read, "Living as Long as Heaven and Earth." Such a high-class plaque could only be handled by Great Immortal Zhenyuan in the mortal realm. "I request Great Immortal Zhenyuan!" Fang Yu's voice was hoarse yet firm, echoing before the silent mountain gate. The door creaked open a crack, revealing the head of a Daoist boy with his hair in two buns. Qingfeng glanced sideways at the ragged beggar below the steps, letting out a sneer. "Oh, another one?" Qingfeng leaned against the doorframe, twirling a blade of grass between his fingers. "If kowtowing and kneeling were enough to become a disciple of the Patriarch, I, Qingfeng, would have tens of thousands of junior brothers and sisters by now!" Fang Yu's knuckles clenched white on the stone slab, yet he remained kneeling. "Please, Great Immortal Qingfeng, announce my arrival. Just say..." "What do you mean, 'say'!" Qingfeng interrupted impatiently. "Every day, at least eighty or a hundred people come seeking immortality and enlightenment. How could the Patriarch have time to see you mortals?" He made a move to close the door. "Get out of here! Don't defile the grounds of Wuzhuang Temple!" "You!" Fang Yu had considered the consequences of his arduous journey to Wuzhuang Temple, but he hadn't expected to be driven away before even entering the gate. "What do you mean, 'you'? Are you still not convinced?" Qingfeng stood with his hands on his hips. Although he looked like a Daoist boy, Fang Yu knew that this Qingfeng, and the other Mingyue, were both wandering immortals who had cultivated for over a thousand years. Don't be fooled by their status as Daoist disciples under Zhen Yuanzi at Wuzhuang Temple. Calling me a disciple doesn't mean I can leave Wuzhuang Temple; it doesn't mean I can't take them down! Those are Qingfeng Qingfeng Monkey Mingyue a thousand years of cultivation; just sweeping under the Ginseng Fruit every day fills him with spiritual energy. Who knows what would happen if they actually fought! "Sigh! Fine!" Fang Yu sighed, turning to leave. "Wait!" Qingfeng suddenly called out to Fang Yu, "You smell so strongly of blood; have you killed someone? I can't let you go so easily!" Fang Yu slowly turned around, staring directly at Qingfeng. "The people I've killed?" A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "The Old Cat Demon in the Yamanaka, the Leopard Demon in the brothel, the king, concubines, and eunuchs of the Biqu Country." With each sentence, his voice grew colder, until the last sentence was almost squeezed out between his teeth. "But I feel I haven't killed enough!" Qingfeng's playful expression gradually froze. He looked Fang Yu up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Oh ho, you've got some nerve, confessing without being asked!" Qingfeng suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, but there was a deeper meaning in his laughter. "Then I won't have to interrogate you." Fang Yu straightened his back, his eyes blazing with Golden Flames: "That cat demon lured passersby to their deaths with poisoned porridge, then ate their eyes; the Leopard Demon tortured and killed infants in brothels, eating their flesh raw; Biqu Country, seeking immortality, dug out the hearts and livers of a thousand boys!" "Shouldn't these people be killed?" Seeing that Qingfeng didn't speak, Fang Yu pressed on, "Huh!? I'm asking you, shouldn't I be killed?" Upon hearing this, Qingfeng frowned slightly, gently waving the foxtail grass in his hand, his tone suddenly becoming profound and distant. "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. The evil you see may not be an exception to the cycle of heaven." With a flick of his sleeve, the mountain mist surged, as if echoing his words: "Cat demons devour humans, Leopard Demon eat infants, kings are tyrannical—all these are the seeds of past karma, and the consequences are self-inflicted. You forcibly sever Karma, seemingly eliminating evil, but in reality disrupting the cycle of yin and yang." Fang Yu sneered, his Golden Flames burning even brighter. "What a fine 'cycle of heaven'! If it is the way of heaven if gods and Buddhas sit idly by while demons devour humans, then today I will defy heaven!" Qingfeng shook his head and sighed, condensing a wisp of pure energy at his fingertips, transforming it into a black and white interwoven Taiji Diagram: "Do you know that tigers eat deer, deer nibble on grass, and grass absorbs rotting corpses? All things are mutually generating and restraining, it is the way of nature. You use human power to replace heavenly punishment, you will only bring your own karmic burden upon yourself." "So what?!" Fang Yu suddenly took a step forward, the bluestone beneath his feet cracking. "If Heaven's justice condones the innocent's tragic deaths, then I will be the thunder that cleaves through chaos! Karmic burdens? I'd rather be condemned to eternal damnation than let this world's evil be destroyed!" Qingfeng remained silent for a moment, the Taiji Diagram slowly dissipating in his palm. A complex emotion flickered in his gaze as he looked at Fang Yu: "A fine 'rather be condemned to eternal damnation.' Alas, obsession, like fire, will eventually consume the torchbearer." A mountain wind suddenly rose, causing their robes to flutter. Fang Yu's the Batman Who Laughs, mingling with the sound of pine trees, echoed between the cliffs, "If this fire can illuminate even an inch of darkness," "I am willing to turn to ashes!" "Hmph." Qingfeng snorted, turning back to the Wuzhuang Temple. His wide sleeves swept across the threshold, creating a Qingfeng. Fang Yu keenly noticed that the vermilion gate was not completely closed, but left a crack, as if silently inviting him to enter. A thought struck him, and he slowly stepped forward, gently pushing open the door. With a soft creak, a refreshing spiritual mist rushed in, instantly dispelling the fatigue of his days of travel. The moment he stepped into the temple, a clear, cool voice, like a gentle stream, entered his mind. "Master has gone to reminisce with the Four Emperors and doesn't know when he will return to the temple. You should find a place to stay in the side room." The voice was clearly Qingfeng's, yet he was nowhere to be seen, obviously using some profound telepathic technique. Fang Yu was slightly taken aback, then realized that Qingfeng was secretly instructing him. He took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the majestic hall before him, a surge of indescribable gratitude welling up in his heart. "Thank you for your kindness, Great Immortal," he said softly, his voice gentle yet full of sincerity. Straightening up, Fang Yu finally had a chance to carefully observe the scenery within the Wuzhuang Temple. Amidst swirling mists, pavilions and towers appeared and disappeared, exotic flowers and rare herbs filled the courtyard, and mythical birds and beasts roamed freely. In the distance, the sound of flowing water drifted, as if a clear spring cascaded down from the mountains, flowing into a verdant pond. Beside the pond, several towering ancient trees rose from the ground, their branches revealing a few fruits emitting a faint Golden Light light. Could those be the legendary "Ginseng Fruit"? Fang Yu dared not look too closely, fearing he might offend the rules of this place. He walked along the bluestone path towards the side room. Along the way, he could feel the abundant spiritual energy surrounding him, each breath seemingly cleansing the impurities within him. This was a stark contrast to the demonic rampages and hellish landscapes he had encountered on his journey. Reaching the side room, Fang Yu gently Gate of Opening and found it simple yet spotless. A wooden bed, a small tea table, an oil lamp—nothing else. A pot of clear tea sat on the coffee table, its aroma wafting gently, clearly freshly brewed. A warmth filled his heart; he knew Qingfeng must have prepared it for him. "Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it," Fang Yu murmured to himself, sitting cross-legged before the tea table and pouring himself a cup. The tea was clear, slightly bitter at first, but with an incredibly sweet aftertaste, as if cleansing his Mind Stone. He closed his eyes, feeling the aroma linger on his lips and teeth, and the fatigue and anger of the past few days seemed to be soothed. However, when he opened his eyes again, the Golden Flames within them remained unextinguished! He knew his mission was far from over. Although Great Immortal Zhenyuan was not in the temple, since Qingfeng had allowed him to stay, it meant he had a chance to receive guidance from this Ancestor of Earth Immortals. Fang Yu clenched his fist, his gaze resolute, "If even an existence like Great Immortal Zhenyuan cannot change the status quo, then I will find the answer myself!"